Carol was keeping her eye on her new girl, who had been writing up a sale and seemed to have run into a problem. From her position near the dressing rooms she couldn't hear the discussion, but it looked as though something was wrong. Her own customer was trying on her fifth dress, and seemed to have finally found something she liked. Carol hated to abandon her just when she was ready to say yes, but when Nancy caught her eye with an expression of desperate bewilderment she knew she needed to intervene.
It was simple, really. Nancy had forgotten to add in the sales tax, and when she explained to her customer that she would have to write her check over the customer noticed that she had not taken a discount on one of the items that was on point-of-sale. Carol expertly smoothed the ruffled feathers, ate the tax and gave the customer the discount anyway, offering as an apology the fact that it was so early in the day, and managed to get back to her own customer just in time.
When it was all over she decided to have another talk with Nancy.
"Mary, you watch store for awhile. Nan, let's go talk."
Carol walked briskly to her little office in the back of the store, a frown carefully displayed for Nancy's benefit. She stood by the door, and when Nancy came in she shut it.
"Sit down, please."
Nancy slid meekly into one of the chairs that faced Carol's big Koa desk, and Carol walked around and sat down in her big leather chair.
"Nan, this not first time you have problem writing up sale. Your job is to serve the customer, make 'em feel good about my place. You treat 'em like that, they no going come back. Tell all their friends, they no come too. Then what? We shit out'a luck, that's what!"
Carol paused, unsure of what direction to take. She wondered if she might get better results if she dropped the pidgin accent, and decided it was worth a try.
"Look, I know you're new here. Not just to this store, but to Hawaii, and to America. Not that things are much different in Korea when it comes to money. Nobody likes to feel like they've been cheated, even if it was an honest mistake.
"I know that you can handle a sale like that. I've seen you do it many times. It just seems as if you are having trouble concentrating. Remember what happened yesterday? You put that whole group of new merchandise on the sale rack, and we didn't notice it until Mary was ringing one up. We had to eat that. We lost forty dollars on that sale, as much as you earn in one whole day."
Carol could see that Nancy was looking worried, perhaps concerned that she was being fired. Carol was not about to dump her that quickly. She was too pretty, and desperate for the job.
"Nan, I really want you to do well. You have so much potential, and you're so attractive. That's why I gave you a job here instead of at the club. We both know that you could earn more money there, but the price you would pay would be too dear. I know your type. You're too good for that life. I've been there, and managed to climb out. You just need to concentrate. We've talked about this before, but that hasn't worked. I think it's time for sterner measures. I think that some type of punishment is in order."
At hearing these words Nancy's mood changed visibly. She squirmed in her chair, her breathing became a bit short, and her eyes got a far away look in them.
Carol eased off a bit, and asked in a lighter tone, "Have you ever worn any of the clothes we sell? One of those slinky gowns like you just sold?"
"No," Nancy replied, her voice just a whisper.
"Wait right here!"
Carol left and returned a moment latter with a long dress of silver-grey nylon jersey.
"I've been noticing that you dress very conservatively. I guess that a lot of the things you wear to work are what you brought from Korea. The trouble is, it doesn't fit the store's image. I want you to wear this in the store. Let's show off your beauty and let people see how good our clothes can look. What do you say?"
Nancy looked shocked, but nodded in silent approval.
"Good. I want you to take off the tags, remove all of your clothes, and put this on. Then call me on the intercom."
"All of my clothes?"
"Yes dear, even your panties. They'll just show through if you leave them on."
Carol left, and Nancy did as she was told.
Her hands trembled as she stripped and paused for a moment, holding the dress out at arm's length to admire it one last time before putting it on. For more than a week she had been dreaming of this moment, thinking of little else. Especially at work, where she was surrounded by dresses like the one she now held. But she had never dreamed it would happen like this. She hesitated only because she was afraid that it wouldn't be as special as she'd hoped for.
Finally she swallowed hard and slipped it on. As it slid down over her naked skin she found herself bathed in a wonderful sensation. She was ecstatic. It felt even better than she had hoped for, incredibly, sinfully good.
"So this is it," she thought to herself. "This is what it's all about. No wonder! Now I understand!"
Awash in her newly awakened awareness, she eagerly examined how she looked. Her nipples showed clearly, and the crack of her ass was not only apparent but emphasized by the sheen of the fabric as it clung to the curves. Even the long sleeves felt good on her arms, and the skirt had slits at the side which allowed the fabric to flutter teasingly across the back of her calves as she walked across the room.
She loved the feeling of wearing this dress, but was suddenly afraid to wear it in the store, in front of customers. Surely they would be able to tell that she was wearing nothing underneath, and what would they think? Why, some of them would know how it must feel; how could she be face to face with someone who knew that she was feeling such sensations all over her body? What would they say?
She called Carol on the intercom, her heart pounding so hard she thought Carol would hear it too. Carol was slow to arrive, and when she did she had a stern look on her face.
"Nancy, I want you to wear that dress for the rest of the day, so that you will be constantly reminded of the need to do your job right. And because you have made so many mistakes lately I have decided to punish you. I hope it helps you to concentrate."
Nancy looked very worried.
Carol told her to place her feet together. Then she removed the cord belt she was wearing and bound it around Nancy's ankles.
"Now, bend over and touch the tips of your fingers to your knees. If you cry out or move any part of your body you will be punished even more.
Carol's strategy was simple. Using a ruler, she simply spanked Nancy's ass quite hard until Nancy broke. Nancy managed not to cry out, but after about twenty firm strokes Carol smacked her with a couple really hard ones and Nancy jerked up, removing her fingers from her knees. She lost her balance and fell to the floor, gasping for breath and moaning. Carol was by then also breathing hard, and looked longingly at the figure lying before her on the floor. Somehow she found her self control and untied Nancy's ankles.
"I think that is enough for now. The sting will soon go away, but while you wear that dress and feel it caressing you I want you to remember that spanking. Now fix your hair and get back to work. Hurry. It's almost time for the lunch crowd."
Somewhat recovered, the two of them returned to the store. Carol enjoyed watching Nancy move about with a new look on her face, one which combined the apparent opposites of distraction and sharp awareness. She noted that Nancy's nipples were almost constantly erect, and many customers were also watching her with interest. She decided that, in time, this new girl might work out just fine.